We need Mothers. We need women who grow into maturity and take us under their wing and remind us to, Breathe. We need women who remind us: Stop. Rest. Make a cup of tea. Take time. Press in. Keep going. Grow up. You’ve got this.
Now go, mother your world.
We need women who tuck us in with their words and cover us with their prayers and fold us under their wings. Women who have become wise … not just with age, but with faithfulness and perseverance and a hunger for Goodness.
We need women whose lives have become large—not on the outside, necessarily, but definitely on the inside.
We need Mothers who remind us, It will be ok. We have work to do, but it will be ok. We need women who will tell us ancient stories and encourage us to press in to the long roads that bend towards justice.
We need to do this for each other. We need to mother each other and sister each other when the day is long. We need to sit together and walk together and do the hard work of growing up. We need to bless each other into maturity. It’s time.
This is a time for maturity.
The image is a photograph I took of a painting by Palestinian Artist Nail Ananias, displayed in the beautiful Taybeh Golden Hotel.
PS: If you struggle with feeling like you have never been blessed into womanhood or maturity, please send me message. It’s time.